mercoledì 31 ottobre 2007

The great gates of Kiev

"Come forth, from love's spire
Born in life's fire,
Born in life's fire.
Come forth, from love's spire
In the burning, all are [of our] yearning,
for life to be.
And in pain there will [must] be gain,
New Life!

Stirring in, salty streams
And dark hidden seams
Where the fossil sun gleams.

They were, sent from [to] the gates
Ride the tides of fate
Ride the tides of fate.
They were, sent from [to] the gates,
In the burning all are [of our] yearning,
For life to be.

There's no end to my life,
No beginning to my death:
Death is life."

(Musorgskij, Lake)

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